Love Died on Valentine's Day novel Chapter 11

After my divorce from Manuela, my mom was worried that I wouldn’t be able to get over it. She asked a friend to set me up with a girl.

To put my mom at ease and prove that I had moved on, I agreed.

I went to the appointed meeting place and was surprised to see her.

We both laughed when we saw each other.

“Are you feeling better from your asthma? You’re Aunt’s son. The world is really small.”

She spoke softly.

I smiled. “It’s an old ailment. Last time I went on a trip, my mom had a heart attack, and I had to rush back, so I didn’t get to thank you and say goodbye. I’m so sorry.”

She nodded, "My mom told me all about it. I'm glad Aunt’s okay."

We chatted on and off. Even when we were silent, we weren’t awkward. Before we knew it, the afternoon was over.

We exchanged contact information, both of us knowing what we were doing.

We got to know each other over three months. We went out for dinner, watched movies, and took short trips together. We increasingly discovered that we had many similar interests and shared ideas.

Her parents were both teachers, and she was a straight-A student, but she wasn’t arrogant at all.

Being with her, I felt understood and accepted, as well as a relaxation I had never experienced before.

Six months later, we were ready to get married.

On our wedding day, a frantic figure suddenly ran out and blocked the car I was about to use to pick up the bride.

I stared for a long time before I recognized her. It had been nine months since I had seen Manuela.

She was slapping my car window and brushing her hair aside, revealing a haggard, weather-beaten face. But she didn’t realize how ugly she looked. She winked at me, thinking she was still alluring. She almost made me vomit.

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